I guess you could describe this as a romantic's attempt at understanding terrorism... |
Love Undying He travelled by train past the final spot they had shared; His mind replaying the story for which he had been scared. She looked up at him, pining for his companionship, She saw his troubled thoughts that followed his minor blip. He saw her: under the trees, crouched down, crying. The smoker's flame touching skin was as painful as the love undying. He surveyed authorities until nothing more was said, All he uncovered was 'Woman Found Dead'. She didn't regret the crime committed, the time she had to shoot A man, the President, whose opinions didn't suit. Now it's time to take care of the rest, Who knew, Beneath is a bomb strapped to his chest, The secret too? The sound of their love will echo through the street, Once they're both gone they can yet again meet. Jaime Gray |